Emma's POV
I winced as the doctor pressed a gauze soaked in antiseptic against the jagged wound on my shoulder.
The sting was sharp enough to make me clench my fists, but I forced myself to stay still, biting back the groan building in my throat. The sterile smell of the hospital room mixed with the faint coppery scent of blood, twisting my stomach into knots.
“Hold still,” the doctor muttered gruffly, adjusting the bright overhead light. His face was lined with the weariness of someone who dealt with chaos daily, his hands steady as he worked on my shoulder.
Cynthia had dragged me in here like she was delivering a ticking bomb. “Leo wants her treated immediately,” she barked at the doctor before turning to me. Her voice softened slightly. “I’ll check on you later.” And just like th
